Se connecterThree decisions needed to be made before the board meeting. I made two of them on the call. The third I wasn't certain about. The risk was higher. The timeline was tight. I said so. The finance director agreed. We moved it to Friday's agenda for committee review. The call ended at four fifteen.
Alicia's POV The drive from the hospital took twenty minutes. I made every light green. Took the turns on autopilot. My hands knew the route even when my head was somewhere else. The hospital smell was on my clothes. I noticed it when I stopped at a red light and the air in the car went still. An
The choice hung in the air between us, raw and bleeding. I had shown her I could want her. I had also just shown her I wouldn't take. She stepped back. Not because I had. Before the air had fully settled between us. One step, clean, her own decision made before mine had finished landing. Her hands
Edward's POV The click of the door latch was the only warning. "You're going to rip it." Her voice. Low. No pity in it. I turned. She was there. Bag dropping from her shoulder, her hair a dark frame around a face I'd seen in my head for a week. She'd seen enough: the defeated angle of my should
I met her gaze, letting her see everything. “I would have wished it was,” I said, my own voice quiet. “You were his wife. You deserved everything. But it isn’t. Before Valentine, there was Voices Beyond Borders. There was other work. This came from me. From my accounts. It’s clean.” She searched my
Alicia's POV The engine settled into a rhythm I hadn't realized I’d been missing. For days now, every drive had been a frantic sprint toward the next crisis. This morning, there was only the envelope on the passenger seat, its corner tucked against the scuff on the leather I’d made last month. The







